okay, normally I do my authors note on the end, but I have the feeling no one ever reads it than, soooooo I'm trying it this way..

Please review and all, because it makes me happy and stuff. I want your opinion on my story, so I can make it better..

Also harry potter and blablabla are not mine but do not dare to steal my OC's and plotlines..

also guys, I meant to say this a lot earlier on, but I always forget; I've been messing with the timeline a bit.. I mean; they (draco, harry, ron, hermione etc) are in seventh year, but the trio isn't on their deathly hallow expedition. Fred and George are still in school, even though they do have their cool little shop and they're are older and would normally already left school.. Just ignore it and enjoy that they are still there XD

Here you go with the story!:


I went to the Prefects bathroom. I locked the door and leaned against it, panting. After half an hour I walked to the showers. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped under the hot stream. I could have taken the magnificent bathtub they had, but I didn't feel like it. I felt dirty and the only way I could get the feeling away was by washing it away, not soaking in it. I think I fell asleep beneath the shower, because I suddenly woke up by a loud bang on the door. I turned the shower off and quickly dried myself. I slipped in my clothes and dug out a new shirt from my bag, stuffing the ripped one in it. I opened the door. I laughed surprised at the coincidence.

'It seems like every time I'm here, you come along and cut it short.' I said to Weasley. Weasley had a very composed face, very unlike him and he said; 'This is only the second time.' Weasley really wasn't acting like himself. His face held no emotion, but a vague interest and his voice sounded hoarse. 'Are you alright Weasley?' I said. I suddenly felt a strange pang of concern, which I cast away quickly. I didn't even like him, let alone care if he was alright or not. He only shook his head disorientated. He walked past me and dropped his bag on the ground. I suddenly realized that he didn't had a towel with him. I carefully walked towards him, tracing the wall with my left hand. 'Weasley?' His head snapped up. 'What?'

I was a bit startled by his reaction, because his eyes were like huge and round and I saw with surprise that he had nice eyes. They were bright blue, like the ocean back in Greece. They were beautiful. For a few moments I was lost in the color and I forgot to answer. Only when his brow furrowed I woke up and said; 'Oh, yeah, are you okay? You look a bit ruffled.' I thought that was a good word for it. He looked indeed ruffled. He didn't answer but sat down against the wall. I didn't know what I should do. I felt nothing for staying here with an even stranger Weasley, but I couldn't just leave him here. He really didn't look quite well, as if he could be sick any moment. Hesitantly I slid down next to him. He didn't move. 'Weasley. Where is your towel? If you came here to take a bath, you should have a towel with you.'

Slowly he raised his head out of his hands. 'I didn't come to take a bath.' He said, looking me in the eye. An uncomfortable feeling crawled into my skin and I shivered. He really didn't look well. 'Er.. So why did you come than?' I asked uncertain. For a few more moments he looked me in the eye and if you could get rich of the extremely awkward tension that was now in the air, then we would be rich. I would let Weasley have all the money of course, since I didn't need it.

Weasley shook his head. 'I don't know.' He said. I carefully stood up. I picked up my bag and tried to escape to the door. This was just too weird. However Weasley grabbed my wrist. I swallowed and turned. He looked shocked by his own action also and his big eyes stared at his hand that hold mine. 'Er..' He said. 'I just wanted to say that I don't hate you.' I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I frowned a bit and said; 'No. I don't think I hate you either.' I said truthfully. He let go of my hand and I walked hesitantly towards the door. I looked behind once. He was sitting against the wall, looking in front of him miserably. 'Bye Weasley.' I said. He looked up and for a moment I saw a spark in his eyes, before it died again. He nodded in acknowledgment and I closed the door. That was probably the weirdest situation I've ever been in.

...

That night I couldn't sleep. I had found a new broom-closet and I was lying quite comfortable, but my mind couldn't keep quiet. I turned to lay on my stomach. It didn't felt half as comfortable as my former posture, but I could get some weird pleasure out of the somewhat painful posture also, like biting on a broken tooth and smelling of a bottle of very strong liqueur. In front of my eyes a pair of sea blue eyes kept floating, probably to annoy the hell out of me. I shut my eyes, but the eyes kept looking at me at the inside of my eyelids. I growled frustrated and irritated. I jumped up and stormed out of my broom-closet, not looking if it was safe.

I was lucky. There was no one there. I made my way through the hallways, while my temper slowly calmed down again. I slid down the wall and lay my head in my hands. Why was it that I couldn't get my emotions under my control for the last weeks? What had happened that I'd lost my most valued of talents. 'It's all about control, Aella.' my fathers voice told me in my mind. I sighed. 'Who is that?' I yelped in surprise and saw in the dark a little light in the distant. Someone was coming this way. I slowly crawled away, hoping that the owner of the wand that lid up, wouldn't see me, but I had no such luck. 'Hey you! Stop!'

I crawled on my feet and made a sprint in the opposite direction of the light, but a flash that made me blind for a few seconds hit me in the back. I doubled over and I felt myself stiffen, while falling down. A full body-bind-hex. I rolled my eyes over my own stupidity. The light came closer and I would have bit my lip if I could. I felt completely helpless, laying there with nothing that I could do to protect myself. I cursed myself that I didn't hold my wand, so I could charm myself loose. However on the other hand; I couldn't do nonverbal spells yet, so it didn't matter either way. Tensed I watched the light block my view of my attacker.

'Aella?' The body-bind was lifted and I gasped for air. I sat up, massaging my legs, that hurt the most of falling down. I looked up, narrowing my eyes against the light of the wand. The light dimmed a bit and I was able to see Granger. I frowned. 'What are you doing here?' We said in unison. She smiled and helped me on my feet. 'You first.' I said. 'I'm doing my rounds.' She said, indicating her Head Girl badge. Another Gryffindor head. Dumbledore really had a love for them. She looked at me expectingly, but I ignored her and brushed of my clothes. When I was done I looked at her and waved at her. 'Well, goodbye, it was nice being cursed by you and stuff, but I really have to go.'

I turned and was about to walk away when she caught my elbow. I closed my eyes and turned back again. 'What do you want?' I said, opening my eyes again. 'Well, an explanation would be nice!' I sighed. 'Well I needed a walk. The broom-closet started to close in on me.' She frowned. 'Broom-closet?' She asked. 'Yeah, you know. Where I sleep?' She gasped soundly. 'You sleep in a broom-closet? That's horrible! Why would you sleep in a broom-closet?' I didn't know what to say. I gazed at her with my mouth open, not able to comprehend what she said. I snapped my mouth shut and said; 'Didn't Weasley tell you?' She looked puzzled, so I guessed not. 'Well go ask him, because I'm not telling you if you can't guess it yourself.' I said, sticking my noise high in the ear.

I took advantage of her speechlessness and hurried down the corridor, away from hard questions. Before I rounded the corner I said to Granger; 'On the topic of asking Weasley things. You should ask him what's wrong with him, because he was acting kind of strange this evening.' I ran around the corner, back to my nice pillow. However, when I was safe back in my broom-closet again, I thought of my conversation with the mudblood. Hadn't Weasley told them? I thought it was hard to imagine, but maybe he was more understanding than I thought. This didn't make it easier for me to sleep.

Hermione Granger POV

It was almost one in the morning and I slowly walked towards the Gryffindor Tower, pondering Aella's words. I found it hard to interact with her, unwilling as she was. Every time Harry and I tried to get closer to her, she pushed us away again. And this. Why hadn't she told us? We could help her. Why was she sleeping in a broom-closet anyway? She was always acting very arrogant, typically Slytherin, if it was about her pure blood and her family in the Upperclass, so I couldn't imagine her making herself comfortable in a closet. But maybe I was wrong. I murmured the password to an annoyed looking Fat Lady, but I was in thought and didn't notice.

In the Common Room there were just a few students left. Fred and George were scribbling on a piece of parchment, Lee Jordan lay asleep next to them and Harry and Ron were talking by the fire. I let myself fall down on the couch next to Ron. Ron enthusiastically began to tell me how he caught two third year Slytherins on his rounds. 'They were trying to hide from me behind that statue of Kernel the Preacher, but one of them sneezed. Idiots.' Harry laughed and I think he wanted to say something but then I said; 'I caught someone on my rounds too.' Ron turned towards me eagerly. 'Who?' I studied his features carefully. 'Aella.' He paled drastically. He didn't say anything.

'Really? What was she doing in the hallways?' Harry asked. 'She said the broom-closet closed in on her.' Harry frowned and Ron became unusually interested in his nails. 'What broom-closet?' Harry asked confused. I shrugged. 'I don't know, I asked her but she said we should ask Ron if we wanted to know what she meant.' We both turned to Ron, who was now bright red. 'Eh.' He said uncertain.

'Ron, what didn't you tell us?' I asked him. He looked up, his eyes scanning us. 'Well it is a lot worse between her and the rest of the Slyterins, than she lets on.' He said. I saw Harry frown and I bet that I looked at him in the same manner. Ron fiddled with his loosened tie. 'She can't sleep at her dormitory anymore, so she sleeps in a broom-closet.' We both looked at him shocked. 'Why can't she..?' Harry began, but Ron cut him off, annoyed. 'Oh come on, do I have to spell it out? They beat her up.' We both looked shocked at him. 'Who beats who up?' The three of us looked up and saw Fred and George stand behind the couch, looking faintly interested.

'Someone we know, can't sleep in her dormitory anymore, because her house mates beat her up.' Harry said. Fred frowned. 'Is it that Looney Lovegood? It doesn't sound like those Ravenclaws to beat her up.' 'No it isn't Luna. It's someone you guys don't know.' Harry said. George winked. 'Try us.' Harry looked calculating. 'Well okay, it's some Slytherin, Aella Eurydice.' Fred and George frowned and I was convinced that it was because they didn't know her, but it wasn't. 'That black haired girl?' Fred asked. I nodded. 'We know her! She once bumped in on us and then became very angry with us and called us filthy muggle loving bloodtraitors. We still have to get back at her.' George chuckled. 'She's hot, don't you think?' I frowned in confusion, but when I turned to Harry and Ron I saw that they were bright red. I groaned and decided to just ignore the situation.

'Well, she sleeps in a broom-closet.' Fred and George looked at each other. 'Well good for her, stupid Slytherins and their girly fights.' 'What do you mean by that?' I asked them. They shrugged indifferent. 'Those Slytherins all feel too good for the rest of the world, because they have parents with influential jobs and a lot of money and stuff. All their 'traditional pureblood' rules are rubbish. Did she brake one of those or something?' Ron nodded. 'Yeah, she didn't obey that Malfoy prat.' Fred and George nodded. 'It's just plain stupid.' I felt a bit wary. Harry also looked confused. 'But we can't just let her sleep there, can we? Maybe we should tell a teacher or something.' The three Weasley's all began to laugh.

'You don't get it, do you? She doesn't want your help. She's too proud to accept help, especially from people like you; Gryffindors, mudbloods, enemies of You-Know-Who.' Fred and George sat down at the other couch. It was silent for a long time. 'I still think she's different.' Harry said stubbornly. I agreed with him. 'She can't be all bad, just because she is sorted into Slytherin.' Ron snorted and Fred and George clearly tried to suppress their laughter. 'Hermione is right.' Harry said and I shot him a thankful look. The Weasley's were just prejudiced. 'She is a nice girl, with a very sarcastic sort of humor. She keeps up that tough act but I bet that she is just insecure.'

Fred rolled his eyes and George said; 'I don't think so. She truly believes she is better than you. And even if she doesn't. She won't change. There is too much pressure from her family and house mates, even if they don't treat her good anymore. She will never mix with undesirable company.' It was silent again. After a while the twin stood up again and waved faintly. 'Well, not that it wasn't nice and stuff, but it's almost two, so we're going to sleep.' And they disappeared upstairs. We followed their example, after waking up Lee Jordan, who was still sleeping with his head on his table, drooling over his Potions essay.

I couldn't help myself to think, just before I drifted to sleep, that Ron acted strange if Aella was concerned. I first assumed it was because he didn't like her, but now I began to wonder if it wasn't something else.

Aella POV

It was early in the morning when I woke up. I yawned and stretched. I was feeling tired, like I hadn't slept at all. I slowly sat up and leant against the door of my closet, listening if there was someone coming. After a few minutes I decided that there wasn't and I picked up my bag. I opened the door and shuffled through the corridor, rubbing my eyes. I was just about to turn the corner when someone yelled. I screamed and toppled backwards. When I looked up I saw Potter standing there, huge grin on his face. 'You should've seen your face!' He said, laughing.

I grunted and crawled on my feet, ignoring the hand he offered. 'Merlin, Potter. You scared the magic out of me.' I started walking again and he trailed after me, a bit uncertain. 'Soooo..' He said. 'How do you do?' I snorted. 'Do you really want to know?' I asked, looking for my hairbrush in my bag. 'Well yeah! I wouldn't ask if I wasn't interested.' I started to brush my fringe. 'Yes you would. That's called formalities.'

It was silent for a few seconds. 'Are you going to ask me how I'm doing?' He said. I chuckled. 'No, because I'm not interested.' He frowned. 'Just a minute ago you were talking about formalities.' I shrugged. 'That goes for you, since you have the social status of a worm, ' He raised his eyebrows and I put my brush back into my bag. 'I, however, can afford to be impolite.' He smiled evily. 'Even now every Slytherin is alowed to beat you up?'

I froze. 'So the mudblood already told you?' He narrowed his eyes at my way of phrasing, but nodded either way, obviously deciding not to be bothered by it now. ´Yes, Hermione told me.´ He said. For a moment my eyes narrowed, but then I walked on, stuffing my clothes, that fell out while putting my brush back, into my bag. ´That was to be expected.´ I said, appearing indifferent. Out of the corners of my eyes I could see him looking frustrated, but he said nothing.

Harry POV

What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just for once express herself freely? What was it that was standing in her way? Unlike other people she didn't had nervous tics. Other people started fiddling with their clothes, trying to look the other way, putting hands in pockets. But she didn't. It looked like she was completely at ease, composed as she was and the only way I knew she was annoyed right now, was because she told me. I was surprised to note that she wasn't the only one with that talent. Most Slytherins had that look on them. That look of some sort of lazy focus or something. Always alert, always keeping their composure. And now again; That was to be expected? Was she serious? Hermione had just told me and Ron, who apparantly already knew, about her little secret and she says something like that?

'You sound like Snape or something.' She turned to look at me with a cocked eyebrow. 'And you say that because?' '"That was to be expected?" Really, who says that. ' She rolled her eyes. 'Like yo uso niceley pointed out; Snape and apparantly I, because I just said it, or did you already forgot?' I felt myself flush. Everytime I talked to her she would find a way to twist my own words into something stupid. If I would to be hang out with her twentyfour – seven, I would surely get an inferioritycomplex. 'Yeah, it was great talking to you and stuff, but I have an important appointment.'

I frowned. 'With who? No one wants tos peak to you?' I could kick myself for my boldness. She glared at me. 'Thank you for pointing that out to me, you idiot, but it was really just an excuse to get away from you without hurting your feelings.' She turned again. For a moment I was awestruck, but then I found my speech again. 'Without hurting my feelings? So you do care! That's also called a formality you know!' I yelled after her. I heard her sigh, before she rounded the corner and left me alone to stand there in the cold hallway.